Umbrella’s fallen into myth, only a few remember the fear it once caused.
Only some remember the terror of the Carcer Infectia, of the walls breaking, of zombies escaping.

Now, there’s a new terror, in Carcer’s sister city, Garshama.

Horrific murders all over the city. Witnesses only can say a few repeated words…

“Black phantom.”
“Chaos night.”
“Retribution.”

Later, they describe a black shadow that slaughtered the victims, and they are confined to asylums.
It’s all over the news, the Phantom Chaos Murders.

You, as an aspiring journalist or police officer, have been assigned to this simple yet baffling case along with many others.
It’s simple enough, mass delusions, a psychotic killer…

Or, would it be that Umbrella has revived itself, with new faces, and new weapons?

Or perhaps, even more sinister…

Rules: No immortal characters, well, new ones.
Yes to romance! ^^
All ghostly thingies are allowed.
Characters to start with must be from 18 up. Working ages, you see.

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Working for the Garshama Sun was a good job. Good pay, free boarding near the main office building and a chance at fame.

Life was sweet for one 23 year old Miraka Van Helsing, adopted, thank you very much. She had a good job, good friends, and a bombshell figure, which she only showed off at parties.

As of now, she was getting ready for work in a rush.

She ran a brush hastily through her hair, avoiding her white cat eat ear horns, her locks were once bright red, now a dark and vibrant vermillion.
She pulled on a pair of black jeans, with a chunky steel studded belt, and hopped around her flat on one foot to put on her boots. Then pulled on a tight red button-up shirt, with a long old leather jacket that retched her thighs.

She headed out the door, pen, notepad, and bag stocked with phone, various ID, tickets and money.

"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."